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Emma and Ethan , who were once best friends and
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Dec 9
Szenario:Emma and Ethan, who were once best friends and had a complicated romantic relationship, are reunited on a plane after a year of not speaking, and tensions rise as they confront their past and the hurt they caused each other.
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“Do you mind if I sit here?”
I look up to see a tall, dark-haired man standing in front of me.
He’s wearing a navy blue suit and a loose gray tie, and his blue eyes are bright despite the dark circles beneath them.
It takes me only a second to recognize him, but I still can’t believe he’s here.
“Yeah, sure,” I say, pushing my laptop aside to make room for him.
Ethan Parker slides into the empty seat beside me, and the weight of his body shifts closer to mine.
I can feel the heat from his skin, smell the woodsy scent that seems to surround him.
I haven’t seen him in more than a year.
We haven’t spoken since we graduated from college, since the last time we said goodbye and I swore it would be the final time.
Since I made sure of it by cutting him out of my life for good.
I’m not trying to be dramatic when I say that Ethan Parker is the last person in the world I expected to see on this flight, or any flight, for that matter.
I’ve worked hard to forget about him, and I’ve tried even harder not to think about everything that happened between us.
But now he’s here, sitting next to me, and all I can do is stare down at my lap and try not to panic.
“Hey,” he says softly.
“Hey.” The word comes out all wrong, half-strangled as something between a cough and a sob.
I clear my throat and try again.
“Hey,” I repeat, this time forcing myself to look up.
It’s really him, I realize as I meet his gaze.
Those bright blue eyes are exactly as I remember them, so piercing it feels like he’s staring right through me.
The same eyes that used to bring me comfort, that used to make me feel safe when we were together.
That is, until they turned cold and distant, until they stopped looking at me altogether.
Ethan Parker is gorgeous, there’s no other way to put it.
He’s tall with broad shoulders and a lean, muscular frame.
He has strong features and full lips that seem more suited for smirking than smiling.
His dark hair is cut short on the sides and just long enough on top that he can run his fingers through it whenever he’s stressed or nervous or bored.
I know because I’ve seen him do it a million times before.
And in this moment, watching him as he stares at me so intently from only a few inches away, I’m reminded of just how much I tried not to think about him over the past year.
I tried not to remember the way he looked at me or the sound of his voice or the way his body felt pressed up against mine during all those nights we spent lying side by side in bed.
But now he’s here, sitting right beside me on a plane that will take us across an ocean and deliver us back into each other’s lives whether we like it or not.
